Go ahead and mention my child.The one that died, you know.Don’t worry about hurting me further.The depth of my pain doesn’t show.Don’t worry about making me cry.I’m already crying inside.Help me to heal by releasingThe tears that I try to hide.I’m hurt when you just keep silent,Pretending he didn’t exist.I’d rather you mention my child,Knowing …
Grief is a river you wade in until you get tothe other side. But I am here, stuck in the middle, waterparting around my ankles, moving downstream.I’m not able to lift a foot, to move on. Instead, I’m going to stay herein the shallows with my sorrow.I’m going to nurture itlike a cranky baby, rock …
You clung to me for what seemed like an eternity.You clung to this world for what seemed like an instant.O Source of Being and Nothingness, please make sense of this brief life…